Transitions

Mist rises
Folding across river and pine
Covering citrine and amber
Rain drizzles down to its new home
Dampens leaves until they no longer flutter
In the tires’ wake
Night draws in silently
Creeping through the mist
Slipping through the rain
And then its the ebony curtain
Before a new day

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